Night Watch
The sun melts into the earth, Like a ship slowly sinking, The moon rises And rests against the hill, Breathing quietly. Now it's his turn To ripen the grain. Sign in to see full entry.
The Whispering Wall: Night Watch
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A poem about an eternal pact between friends in a mysterious environment.
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